I gave her gifts offered in love, hoping one day, she would know me enough to only feel love
Can silent love ever possibly be heard?
Through the years she could have never known how much I grew to love her
For through my daughters eyes, she simply adores her
Through their times of distress and moments of love, this woman is full of tenderness, and gives generously
Through all the stories and all the struggles, what matters most, is what she gives so freely and that is her heart, to those she loves
I can’t say that I know her or have ever had that opportunity, but in my mind and in my soul and in my heart she has somehow been apart of me.
Sometimes you see that the Love of God pours in, and I loved her silently, for His gift to me was showing me her courageous, loving, tender and brave heart
She stands for her family in the love that Gods given her
I have felt her heart and the struggles that tire her, she waits on the Lord to strengthen and direct her
She is my silent example of Gods living WORD and Proverbs 31
As LOVE has used her to guide my way as an answered prayer, being heard is not as impactful as being a living example of Gods original plan, she is a virtuous woman from the Great I Am
It has been such a long journey from the beginning to now, to get to see her through the eyes of my child and the heart of my Maker
A wife, A Mother, a Grammy, and so much more than what they see, her heart of gold, shines brightly
She has been broken and wears the scars, she has remained faithful and beautiful in her suffering, humble and on her knees, she rises in His love.
As I walked arm and arm on one side of my daughter and her father on the other side, I realized that we did it the way that honors God, and brings Him glory. For it was His victory to celebrate our daughters success, in a way that honors her as well.
There is not going to be requests from my family to see my daughter being honored, there is not going to be anyone there from my side of the family, I can’t change their path of choices, yet it brought me comfort to see, a fence full of smiling faces proud of my daughter, there to celebrate her, the way I never was. The sweet sounds of Mary was there through her childs child, and I realize, we are all His, we are all family.
This woman knows, she knows her life is not her own, and in that smile she wore Gods heart, as if you could see a woman who is Christ like, I simply saw a woman that is who she was created to be. Love. Tender, sweet and merciful love abounding straight into my heart.
That is what family does, and at the heart of them all, was the woman that kept reminding them, family is everything, b/c she lives every day, celebrating every moment, loving them, cherishing them, believing in them, listening and teaching, learning and giving in their unique truths and individuality. She is a comfort to those she loves, protecting them in prayer, covering them in love, she is the reflection, of HIs heart.
On this night after 18 years, I was afraid and felt alone, yet nothing would have kept me from my daughters side, of being her mother and knowing I belonged there
Feeling unsettled it was just a small moment that I needed to “hear” with my heart
Our eyes met and she smiled at me, it was like the warmest of hugs and being filled with love, and my heart was so gratefully heard and accepted by the one person I least expected but most desired, the one that showed me, the meaning of family. Sacrifice. To be bold and brave and stand up for being a mother doesn’t bring shame. Its the reflection of the creation, the heart of our Maker, the heart of this woman, smiling with her heart, in a voice I heard, and finally felt, accepted.